Little Talks (Gire Remix) - Of Monsters And Men

Don't listen to a word I say

The screams all sound the same

And Though the truth may vary this

Ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

I don't like walking around

This old and empty house

So hold my hand I'll walk you through my dear

The stairs creak as I sleep

It's keeping me awake

It's the house telling you to close your eyes

Some days I can't even trust myself

It's killing me to see you this way

'Cause through the truth may vary this

Ship will carry our bodies safe to shore